I say, without characters, fame lives long.

Don't judge a man's conscience by looking at his face cause he may have a bad heart.

Slander, whose whisper over the world's diameter, as level as the cannon to its blank, transports its poisoned shot.

For a noble heart, the most precious gift becomes poor, when the giver stops loving.

So curses all Eve's daughters of what complexion soever.

'Tis one thing to be tempted, another thing to fall.

Be still prepared for death: and death or life shall thereby be the sweeter.